Uniqlo France is with Tatiana de Rosnay. It looks like you may be having problems playing this video. If so, please try restarting your browser. Posted by Uniqlo France. UniqloOpera10ans 10 years in Paris with the writer tatianaderosnay, seduced by the comfort and softness of cashmere. UniqloOpera10ans Translated. Merci beaucoup Sylvie Y pour ces images incroyables de la grande crue sentinelledelapluie therainwatcher Paris under water in The Seine River its banks.
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Rediscover the capital as you have never seen it. See More. Posted by Tatiana de Rosnay. Artist Pierreletan has just left, at only 69, and I feel sad because I loved his work and his illustrations. I've got to know his love through the covers he did for patrickmodiano's books, and ever since then, his own style, its delicate and detail, has always drawn me in.
Each one of his pictures is a story. I started to know him thanks to the covers he made for the novels of patrickmodiano, especially villatriste, and since then, his so particular style, his delicate nostalgia, his sense of detail in the way he represents life Everyday, have always attracted me. Each of his drawings tells a story. RIP all my condolences to his family and loved ones. PeterLindbergh Thank you for the way you love at beauty. One of my favorite photos of this so talented photographer who just left us.
Peterlindbergh Translated. To be continued! Par Vladimir de Gmeline Marianne Magazine Continue Reading. Simon Gautier: Ode the freedom of a young man. By Vladimir of gmeline Marianne Magazine The loss in Italy of the twenty-seven year-old French Backpacker, after a fall from the top of a cliff, raised questions about the opportunity to start such a journey alone.
A debate that has no real meaning, but of a time when some would like to abolish any risk taking. Simon Gautier loved art, adventure, hikes and beautiful landscapes. He was twenty-seven, his death is a tragedy. The controversy over the slow relief and defects of geolocation in Italy, even though he called shortly after falling, are natural, necessary, and salutary. It is to be expected that they will allow an improvement in the search system, in countries that have not yet adopted the technology to locate the people who make up this emergency number including France.
Beyond this question, there is another one, that many internet users, comfortably installed behind their screen, did not fail to lift. She's just like a lot of what we read on social networks. Before the arrival of the last people, people were getting tired, or when they went too far, they were quiet. So there have been a lot of specialists of all kinds to explain to us that we never go alone on hiking, in the mountains, at sea, that it's recklessness, unconscious, that "who's going to pay", that we Makes others take risks.
These brilliant minds, who all have under their hand an anecdote of "the cousin to my mother who knows herself in trek" we will learn from their advice, their calls for responsibility, to prudence.
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To Security, "because then you don't have to come complain when something happens to you". Freedom, the call of great spaces, the taste of loneliness, contemplation, long hours to walk and meditate, it does not touch them. They are children of a world that has them, locked them, and they would like everyone to do the same.
No need to impose standards on them, they have perfectly integrated them. They're a bit soft, a little bit of a bit, it wouldn't be the most serious if they weren't in more mean, respectful, finally aware of their volunteer status. What Simon lived, this young free man who loved the beautiful and effort, who suffered, the pain of his family and friends, they pretend not to see him.
Because this freedom, which sometimes has a price that can be very heavy, they are jealous of it. It is the supreme value but here it is, to cultivate it it takes a certain courage and it is certainly not done behind the anonymous screen.
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We never leave alone? It should have been said to all adventurers, writers, artists, who have gone to the discovery of the unknown, distant lands or simply of themselves. At Night? In the rain? What a madness! At The Rousseau of "Lonely Walker's dream". What a recklessness! What if something happened to him? Was the climber Walter Bonatti, who spent five days alone in the massif of the drus, in , performing exploits that would make sense of recklessness? And this ludicrous idea of Mike Horn, the world tour and in autonomy, by zero latitude? Let us remember that these irresponsible people went on an adventure what a funny word before the arrival of the mobile phone.
They could have waited, though. Tabarly, no better. Not impossible that Jack London, savorgnan of brazza, Lawrence of Arabia, Ernest Hemingway, Doctor Livingston, Henri Morton Stanley and so many others, famous or anonymous, left alone one day, see what was on the other side From the mountain, the river, breathing the air of the early morning and this exhilarating scent of uncertainty. And so much better if today we have the means to locate us if we lost or we were lost, they would have used them in their time if they had existed.
He wasn't gone. His journey, he had prepared it, as his family and friends have shown. We can comment on everything we want. But what no one will be able to take away from him is the night he spent before taking the road, on a beach in Italy, his head in the stars. Simon Gautier studied in Rome, he loved the sun, the light and old stones. He did not leave at random.
His journey was prepared, as testified by his family and friends. We can comment on anything we want. But what no one can take away from him is the night he spent before taking the road, on a beach in Italy, head in the stars. By Vladimir of gmeline Marianne Magazine Translated. Tatiana de Rosnay shared a Page.
Text by Sophie ogress on Instagram: Thanks sophieogresse repost sophieogresse. After returning to the US I never went back to France. Those years were formative for me yet I do not wish to look too carefully at how I was made which goes for sausages, the law and Tiffany, apparently. People who feel so exquisitely can be ridiculous, but at the same time to actually express the complexity of such an emotional tableau is one of the sublime accomplishments of the human race. To wit, at one point the author evokes the Bayeux Tapestry, which in France they call "la tapisserie de la reine Mathilde" I like plums, so sue me.
Why did this book move me so much that I spent most of it crying, trying not to cry, or straining my eyes to see through the tears? Perhaps because Ms. Nothomb has returned fully to her point of origin to examine how she was formed and to correct anything that did not seem completely to jibe with her axis of intent. She really didn't make any huge faux pas.
She seemed to realize that her memories were good, and that they could stay in the past. It was a brave book and she was very kind.
Speaking of which, I never understood why I found Japan so disappointing after studying Japanese language and literature for 12 years and then becoming so ardently disenthralled when I went there to study for a summer. It was that I could never relax. In the West when we are moved or in a state of grief we will talk about "a lump in the throat" But in Chinese theory most disease has an origin in undigested and unprocessed emotions, and thus a sense of constraint, of "engouement", is effectively a pathology to people who practice body-mind medicine.
My experience in Japan was that I couldn't swallow, I couldn't eat and I couldn't defecate, because the overall constraint I experienced there was so overwhelming it would not allow me to. The relevant point is that state of muscular constraint perfectly illustrates the somatic expression of emotional constraint. Many people will wonder at this paragraph, but if you have studied Chinese medicine it will make good, indeed perfect, sense to you.